Stuart Miller-Osborne

On the morning following The moon landing I sat on a small wall On the edge of a field I was on my paper round But was very tired Due to my lack of sleep I felt that I visited the moon

The present The future The past The present is as thin as a ruler It is the shallow space As seen on an hour glass It is slight And soon it will become the past The past no longer exists The future will exist But at present it is nothing Have you concluded your defence…

I am on the edge of the universe My ship although functioning Is drifting aimlessly Which it will do For the rest of eternity I am watching Popcorn On my monitor It was the only tune that That survived the fire Ghostly dancers Hundreds of years dead Dance badly to the music I wonder if…

Tooting Broadway I lived there For over twenty years But now it is the haunt Of blacks and queers Steve (Sal) Moore

Ealing Broadway I lived there For over twenty years But now it is the haunt Of blacks and queers Steve (Sal) Moore

As we passed An abandoned convent A skater with all the gear Crossed herself God never ceases To amaze me

Lynchings were a quite common When I was a child Rapists molesters and murderers Whether guilty or not Often met this fate Hung high from bridges and trees And then all of a sudden This practice ceased As the mob had lynched Jesus Christ Without thought or care When he rode through this town

plasticine 

I had a strange dream An erotic dream I was an artist And had been commissioned To describe my feelings In plasticine Which I did I created a number Of pornographic figures And was later found Naked in street Surrounded by piles of dog shit A Dutch girl Helped me to my feet And gave…

a train passes by its lights reflect in the rice fields waters green violet my skies are about to sleep the night is not far distant